Silent But Deadly Novels & Stories

Deadly. It cuts straight through the noise. A chill runs down my spine.

“My mother, Deliah Anderson.” “But she is alive…” Silas glanced back at me with a smile. “Yes, she is. But that’s all she is- alive but not living.” My mouth parted in shock once the realization hit her. “You’re planning to bomb this place...” Silas shook his head with a smirk. “You’re a brilliant woman, Sadie. I’m merely... doing what I should’ve, eliminating the danger, securing our future.” I furrowed my brow as I watched Silas walk to the other side of the room and look out the large window. A loud sound made me cover my ears. I glanced out the window to see several black SUV’s rolling in.

The world did not end with a bang or a whimper; it ended with the most beautiful silence I have ever known. In the old world—the world of the Firm, the Grid, and the endless ticking of Jinyan’s clockwork heart—silence was a predatory thing. It was the space between heartbeats where a sniper took aim; it was the dead air on a comms-line that meant your partner was gone. But here, in our villa perched on the jagged cliffs of the Adriatic, silence is a living, breathing tapestry. It is the sound of the tide pulling at the white pebbles below, the rustle of lemon leaves in the salt-heavy breeze, and, most importantly, the steady, rhythmic breathing of the man who chose to become mortal just to h

Silence. The silence was so loud. It carried about the ashes of memories, walking by and sprinkling their memoirs like carriages. it was the kind of silence that could choke you without holding you, the silently toxic kind, slowly circling you as if it were playing a childhood game and then... bam. you are dead

Desperately. And everything goes silent.

​The silence of the cell was absolute, a heavy and suffocating weight that felt like it was pressing the very air out of my lungs. I lay on the cold, sterile floor, Silas’s parting words echoing in my mind like a rhythmic drumbeat. Stop my heart. It was a classic Sovereign technique—the "Death-Sleep" used by the ancient queens of the North to survive the Great Frost or to hide their presence from trackers. But it required a level of internal control and mental stillness that I had never truly mastered. I had always been the fire, the storm, and the explosion. I didn't know how to be the still, frozen lake beneath the ice.

Everything turned dark and silent. *********

Bleeding. SILENCE

Everything stops! Silence.

I grin slyly at her and she chuckles nervously avoiding my eyes. "Will do." she smiles and my grin broadens. "Hmm. People will die from shock when they find out you do know how to talk… a lot...” Or how absolutely adorable you can be. On second thought, I’d like to be the only one. "They know I can talk. They just always seem to distort my words making me look insensitive… so I choose to stay silent." "I see." she really is a strong. Sensitive and thoughtful. "Yuzuki?"